Life gives you lemons
Words in my head,
Dying to be said,
Swear at me like they aren’t my own,
until I wonder if they are anymore.
John once told me to “Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a bloody big television. Choose your friends. Choose your future. Choose life.”. Words to live by, if you’ve got the will. Life has no reset button. Career does. You can smash it against a wall and when you have nothing left, you just hit it. The big, red, glowing, reset button that says “Dont touch”. The last exit on the left. The big U-turn. And when you come to it, your hand will steer you before your head or the element that’s screwing around with it.
Life usually gives you an odd number of lemons. Like a one and a half. Much like a rickshaw, only with gravity. Its huge enough to make you write, but small enough to make an analogy to lemons and give your most perverse reader something to laugh about. Big words wont cut it. Not writing wont kill it. Somewhere between the introspection and believing reality, you find yourself gasping for a pause button as a compromise. But nobody gives a shit if your tummy hurts when it rains. You have to get off the highway before the lorry driver calls you a roadkill.
Much can change in four months time. What matters is when you step out of that roller-coaster, are your screaming your heart out in the callous revelry or puking by yourself in the dirty back alley of the amusement park. Thats when you think about what happened to the stranger you took the ride with. Are they puking somewhere too, or pointing a little finger at you saying “Ew!”.
Perspective can shove it. It has no business if you’re trying to be honest about it. You’ll find a kinder two-faced murderer than that. So can clarity. Its over-rated, and by a mile. You can be clear about anything if you give it too much time. Conscience is perhaps the way to go. Its a much healthier friend to trust. Something that gets snubbed in the face of the pursuit of clarity and perspective. If you give it all you have with a clear conscience, if you be honest about it, if you try to do everything right, you take care to see everyone’s having a good time, then by common sense, you must end up happy, right? Seldom happens. Tough luck. Now go cry about it, I have ice-cream to eat.
If you’ve had a good ride, be smug about it and smile like Jack. But look around to see if you’ve made your friend happy. If not, you’re as empty as your Vacation fund. What use is it if you cant make one person happy while you were at it? Nobody wants to write about the sad guy. Its always about the bad guy. The one with the big blue eyes. So let me give you something you really want to hear about:
Rajnikanth lied.
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